Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Pylon,
MC5,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.